'So Into Her' Poem by Bernard Snyder

She always walks away
like a fool, I let her back in,
thinking that 'this time' she might stay,
but the same things keep happening,
I'm so sick and tired of her
and her wicked naughtiness,
I want to leave her alone so bad
but it's painfully obvious,
I'm so into her that,
I find myself getting accustomed to
the silly games she plays each week,
really though, it's nothing new,
she's been gone for a 'minute' now
but I know she'll be calling soon
she'll have a brand new excuse
but really, its the same ole tune,
I'll listen to her story
and I'll have my share of doubt,
but I'd rather have her to listen to
than to go on without!